As if today couldn’t get any worse…

I got a lovely e-mail about our orchestra rehearsal on Saturday, which is from four to six:

“Please be available until 6:30pm for the dress rehearsal on Saturday. I will try to keep it to 6pm but it will be our one chance to check balance with the risers, shells, and the extras. The closer we can start to 4pm the earlier we’ll be done though.”

I WILL WALK OFF THAT STAGE AT 6:00 NO MATTER WHAT.

then when alison stops me in the hallway

and asks if I’m alright

“are you sick? are you stressed out about having a lot of work?”

no… and well, sort of no and sort of yes

dammit I just can’t do this thesis anymore

“I’m fine…”

“well, please come by my office if you need to talk about life or thesis”

hfudsjgkoaldjmifk

I am officially on. her. radar.

Replace every one of the vowels in your URL with O

the-fighting-temeraire:

tho-foghtong-tomorooro

omywhoosowosomo

(Source: okikurumi)

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY